Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Television,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Section 25,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.